The "OUCH" thread!

[AUSSIE-Rebooted-AMM]

Nothing major, just your average kid injuries:

So when parents tell you that Nothing is There. . . and Nothing isn't going to hurt you. . . . .they were ALWAYS LIEING!!!!

1. There was NOTHING in the Locker

2. There was NOTHING in the pipe? Nothing.

3. There was NOTHING in YOUR HEAD to ask to be shot in the back at point Blank Range!

4. There was NOTHING in the Tennis Ball.

5. What the dog was dreaming about, but it was probably NOTHING.

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As I recall everybody found it pretty funny. I on the otherhand did not.

OMG. . . I think we have a winner. . . . .or is that WIENER!!!

[saildog]

About two years out of High School and just before I went in the Navy, a bunch of guys I went to High School with got a Weekend Warrior Football game together. Full Speed, tackle, no pads...you know, like the Aussies play, but only 11 Dudes to a side (Sissy-boys we were).

I was QB-ing on a third and long. Everyone was faster and bigger than they were in High School and the speed of the game was way more than any High School game I had been in. No one was open, but I had a lane so I pump-faked and ran for the first down. I wasn't going to get much more, so I tucked the ball and headed for the side lines.

Now, this wasn't a late-hit and I don't fault the Dude, at all, but one of the guys hit me just before I stepped out. He had 40 lbs on me and was just coming off of Football Season where he was an NAIA All-American Defensive End. Clean hit.

I went over on my back with him on top of me and we proceeded to slide right toward the chain link fence that for years was thought logical to separate the sidelines from the stands. My head went under the bottom of the chain link. You know, the fork-ed, galvanized ending of chain link. It split me from the base of my skull to the beginning of my forehead. It took three Dudes to extricate me and nothing bleeds like a head wound.

Amazingly, no stitches. Looked far worse than it actually was, but it stuuuuung! A Dude passed out from the sight of it all and it wasn't me . Looked bad and was a bloody mess, but it makes for a cool story without the true lingering effects of a mangling injury. The Dude that hit me felt awful, but how could he have known that would happen and we all assumed the risk of playing full speed, contact with no pads.

That game was known for sending two Dudes to the Emergency Room and neither of those injuries was mine. (Broken collar bone, broken foot.)